Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

After a brief tremor, Luo Nianqing's delicate body gradually calmed down, although her slight sobs could be heard occasionally and her eyes were red and swollen from crying for so long.

Like two ripe cherries, they made people feel pity, but also carried an indescribable sense of stubbornness and tenacity. Luo Nianqing looked at Xu Xingchen in surprise, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

Surprised and puzzled, Luo Nianqing curled up the corners of his mouth into a sneer. There were too many unspeakable stories hidden in this smile: there was a helpless smile at his own ill-fated fate, and also a deep mockery of the world's fickleness. He looked at Xu Xingchen and sneered.

"You...are you willing to take responsibility? Aren't you afraid of death? Don't you know what to call me, Jianghu people?"

After hearing Luo Nianqing's sudden question, Xu Xingchen's whole heart seemed to be gently moved by an invisible force, causing ripples. He was stunned, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The hustle and bustle around him had nothing to do with him. There was only the silence and awkwardness between him and her for a moment. Xu Xingchen's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and confusion. He obviously did not expect this usually gentle and lovely woman to come here.

He actually asked such a profound and sensitive question so directly and without any hesitation. Xu Xingchen slowly lowered his head, his eyes gently and focused on the mature face of Luo Nianqing in his arms.

That face was like a carefully crafted work of art, with every line and curve being just right. At this moment, the fluctuations in emotions added a bit of indescribable charm.

Her eyes were filled with tears and pitifulness, but also contained a deep and complex emotion, an emotional picture of hatred for the past, unwillingness to accept the future, and helplessness about the current situation.

Such a look made Xu Xingchen's heart tighten involuntarily, and he couldn't help feeling confused, because Xu Xingchen didn't understand what kind of experience or pain it was.

Such a seemingly weak woman could have such strong emotions in her heart; at the same time, Xu Xingchen also felt distressed and wanted to heal the trauma in her heart in his own way and give her warmth and comfort.

As a result, an indescribable curiosity and deep concern surged in Xu Xingchen's heart. These two emotions were intertwined like fine silk threads, making it impossible for him to remain silent.

Xu Xingchen asked Luo Nianqing in his arms gently and almost cautiously.

"What did they call you?"

At this moment, Xu Xingchen's eyes were gentle and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky. He stared quietly at Luo Nianqing's mature face, trying to catch a trace of the past from her clear eyes, a clue about her identity and story.

When Luo Nianqing heard this, her eyes dimmed slightly, just like a calm lake suddenly blown by a breeze, causing ripples. Her thoughts seemed to be drawn by Xu Xingchen's words just now.

Traveling back to those long-forgotten years, those happy or sad memories came like a tide, making her mood complicated and indescribable. Luo Nianqing bit her lower lip lightly.

This action was both a restraint of his own emotions and a cherishment of the secret that was about to be revealed. Finally, under Xu Xingchen's expectant gaze, Luo Nianqing slowly uttered four words.

"Fairy Hanyue."

These four words are concise and powerful. They are not only a title, but also a legend and a symbol of identity. They are like the cold wind in winter, carrying a cool and mysterious atmosphere.

People can't help but want to explore the stories and secrets behind it. At the same time, these four words seem to condense into a thin layer of frost in the air, adding a bit of chillness and solemnity to the entire cave.

"However, in this turbulent and complicated world where people's hearts are unpredictable, few people call me by that gentle and kind name anymore. Time flies and things change."

"Those once familiar faces and voices have gradually faded away, leaving only a faint memory lingering in my heart."

Luo Nianqing sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and emotion in her tone, as if she was deeply reminiscing about the innocent time in the past. Then, Luo Nianqing changed the subject and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This smile shows helplessness towards the fate.

"And my other more well-known nickname."

Luo Nianqing said slowly.

"It's called the Poison Widow."

When Luo Nianqing whispered the name, her voice seemed to be shrouded in a thick veil, very low, and filled with an indescribable heaviness.

Each syllable seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, flowing slowly from her lips and teeth.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze and everything around seemed so unreal. Without any warning, two lines of crystal clear tears as clear as springs quietly slid across Luo Nianqing's delicate face again.

Because of what she had done with Xu Xingchen before, Luo Nianqing's face was slightly flushed, as mature and pretty as a newly blooming flower, but at this moment it was wet with tears, adding a bit of delicate charm.

These tears are not only the recollection and remembrance of past pains, but also the true reflection of the current inner fragility and helplessness. Luo Nianqing tries hard to stay strong and calm.

She didn't allow herself to show her vulnerability, however, the power of emotion was so strong that it broke through the defenses in her heart like an irresistible torrent, and tears flowed from her eyes like beads with broken strings, rolling down her cheeks.

Although Luo Nianqing tried to hide her emotions with a smile, the smile seemed so forced and unnatural, and her eyes were full of complex emotions: pain and struggle.

There was also confusion and anxiety about the future. It seemed that at this moment, Luo Nianqing was like a child abandoned by the world, standing there alone and helpless, letting his tears flow freely.

"Do you know? I have married five men. This was not a rash choice on my part, but the hand of fate pushed me to different paths time and time again. At the beginning of each marriage, I had a vision and expectation of a happy life. However, reality was like a sharp blade that cut through the beautiful vision in my heart bit by bit."

Luo Nianqing took a deep breath, trying to calm his complicated emotions. He raised his little head slightly, and an indescribable light flashed in his eyes, which were red and swollen due to crying for a long time.

They are both a recollection of the past and a helpless acceptance of the current situation. She looked at Xu Xingchen in front of her who was willing to listen to her. Her voice was soft but full of endless sorrow and deep regret.

"But fate plays tricks on us."

There was a hint of self-mockery in Luo Nianqing's tone.

"These five men were ultimately unable to escape fate's trick, and none of them survived."

Having said this, Luo Nianqing's eyes became moist again, tears welled up in her eyes, turning into two lines of tears that slowly flowed down her mature and pretty face with a blush on it, as if they had turned into pearls.

At this moment, Luo Nianqing seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, a loneliness and desolation from deep in her heart. She was no longer the woman with a smile on her face in front of others, but a soul that was ruthlessly destroyed by fate and full of scars in her heart.

Hearing what Luo Nianqing said, Xu Xingchen's heart was suddenly filled with shock and disbelief, as if he had heard the most incredible secret in the world. He said subconsciously.

"What? You mean... all five men you've been married to... How is that possible?"

As she spoke, her voice involuntarily rose several pitches with a tremor of disbelief, and her eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of unspeakable pain.

It was as if she was suddenly drawn into a bizarre world, where everything went against the common sense she knew. The air froze at this moment, and everything around her seemed so unreal, even the passage of time became slow and heavy.

Xu Xingchen stared at Luo Nianqing, trying to find even a hint of a joke or misunderstanding in his expression, but he only saw endless depth and the story hidden behind that sad smile.